Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.